Sexy werewolf?

With a mischievous grin James grabbed the dice. He had always fantasized about becoming a werewolf. It was a stupid fantasy, he knew. But it always seemed to pull in the ladies on tv. There was no reason it wouldn't work here as well.

"I am a sexy werewolf." With a clatter the dice was thrown onto the table. It jumped and skipped around, going from 1 to12, and all the way to 19. He looked back to the unfinished sandwich and bit his lip. If he rolled badly could he end up like the dish? Unmade. The dice stopped.

He rolled, a 14. Everything suddenly felt hot. James groaned as he grabbed onto the table. A loud scraping made his eyes light up to look at this hand. It was covered in fur, thick black fur. His nails also seemed sharper. An odd sensation coursed through his system as something swayed behind him. James looked back, seeing a fluffy black tail swishing back and forth. As he watched it slowed to a stop, hanging there limply.

Rushing to the bathroom James growled. In the mirror no longer stood a man, instead stood a fucking furry. Big wolf ears sat atop his head and his fuzzy face. Luckily he still looked relatively human. Lifting his shirt he spotted a grey underbelly. The fur made it hard to see but he could make out a bit of abs underneath it all making him relax just the slightest bit. It kept the sexy change, just froze halfway turning him into a werewolf.

Worriedly James pulled down his pants to see a sheath and balls. A pink tip poked out as he stared. That shit was definitely no longer human. James ran out of the bathroom, ignoring his discarded pants and underwear.

James grabbed onto the dice with a huff. "I am not a furry." Throwing it angrily he watched the dice bounce.